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'T were all one
That I should love a bright particular star,
And think to wed it.

Helena, scene i

The hind, that would be mated by the lion,
Must die for love.

Helena, scene i

Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie,
Which we ascribe to Heaven.

Helena, scene i

His good remembrance, sir,
Lies richer in your thoughts, than on his tomb;
So in approof lives not his epitaph,
As in your royal speech.

Bertram, scene ii

Service is no heritage.

Clown, scene iii

He must needs go, that the devil drives.

Clown, scene iii

Even so it was with me, when I was young:
If we are nature’s, these are ours; this thorn
Doth to our rose of youth rightly belong:
Our blood to us, this to our blood is born;
It is the show and seal of nature’s truth,
Where love’s strong passion is impress’d in youth:
By our remembrances of days foregone,
Such were our faults; — or then we thought them none.
Her eye is sick on’t: I observe her now.